| Skreamer
| Myself
| Lch.oct.zool
... I received a sharp blow to the jaw and then lost
consciousness. long. When I woke up, they zapinyvali I have
three. head is throbbing. Glory to God on the head, they are
not kicked. hmm, I probably hit it against the wall when the
incident. jaw moaned. I hope it is not broken ... I struck a
powerful kick in the stomach newcomer Grinders. then picked up
and punched in the face. with all his might. I guess I lost
consciousness again ...
... When I ochuhalsya, I found myself lying next to the trash
tank from which a fearful smell. I hardly tried to get up and
fingered myself. so. jaw in a manner not broken. headache.
on the wall, I found blood. feeling the head, I also discovered
blood. still, I banged my head against the wall. MMDA. hands
and feet intact. stomach also does not hurt. well. I lay there
all night. I felt his pockets. there was no money. Watches also
removed. good though Pants are not removed. Suddenly, I felt
eyes looking at me back. I looked around. There stood my
acquaintance yesterday, it was the one in Grinders, who have
given me in the jaw. I once again felt his jaw. ill.
- What more do you want? You've just robbed me yesterday, yes
another was beaten to unconsciousness.
- Shut up, kid! we are because of you yesterday at loggerheads.
not shared. I them soaked. and now you wetting! they were my
brothers. - And He angrily baring his teeth his nasty yellow
teeth, and went at me, clutching his right hand chopping
cleaver.
He was drunk.
I calmly pulled out his gun and followed him into the muzzle
mouth, slightly tilting it down. it looked right at the bottom
jaw.
- And I've already forgiven you. I hope you do not want to kill
me?
In response, he just mumbled something. He raised his hands and
dropped his cleaver.
- I'm good. - I said almost in a whisper. and do not want you
kill. - I looked into his eyes. He blinked frequently
and his eyes flowed with tears. he was trembling. - You know,
that we have done to you? I'll now give the gun, and you
yourself Guess what you should do, okay? I will not be you
prod. And now, give me my money. please.
without lowering his left hand, right, he reached into his
pocket and taking out wallet, handed it to me. I took it and
threw it in the trash.
- Well, come on. - I gave him the gun and turned away. thundered
shot. the last effort, I reached out a hand to the neck and
felt the him. on my palm was bleeding. my legs gave way. I
looked back. behind me lay the body. I was very tired.
otryahnuvshis dust, I walked a little limp forward.
occurred gloomy gray autumn morning ...
